I would love to be in the plural
When my singular clips my wings

To be a star while remaining anonymous
Living in the countryside but in the city center

Erase my solitudes
Without god, nor family and without habit

White princess or masseuse in Bangkok
Wise philosopher and then rock singer

Burn my nights, drown my days
Be faithful to thousands of loves

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

I would love to change my blood
Change dreams and head and accent

A land a house a big fire
Live as a nomad and free, sleep under the skies

But who is who? And who is only one?
Only the judge and never the murderer?

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

But who is who? And who is only one?
Only the judge and never the murderer?

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

Live your life, just your life
Die of desires, a little tour and finished

It hurts too much, it's not moral
Live even half, never mind, but live a hundred lives

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